Oh no! The lawyers are coming! Hurry, put up the anti-lawsuit force field! I don't own icarly.
I don't do well with writing long sections of text (the reason all my stuff is so short), but I tried.
Freddie looked at his reflection in the mirror. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He could not mess this up. First impressions were everything. He thought he might actually really like Jenny. She was wonderful. She had nice manners. She cared about others. She had beautiful blonde hair. She had the most breathtaking blue eyes. Her eyes. They were the best thing about her. He might have only seen them once but he remembered. Deep ocean blue tinged with a little gray around the edges.
Just like Sam's.
No.
Freddie shook his head and opened his eyes. Don't think about Sam. Jenny is everything you could ask for. If this date goes well, there could be another. And another. And maybe, just maybe, you could finally have a girlfriend. He remembered Valerie and added, Who actually likes you for who you are. He took another deep breath and walked out of his room. He thanked whichever nurse had called in sick. His mom was filling in at the hospitaland she wouldn't be home for quite awhile. If she had been home, he would have walked out the door with his hair gelled and parted down the middle with clothes that made him look like he was going to a job interview.
He locked his apartment door behind him. Carly's door opened and she leaned against the doorway. She looked him up and down.
"Hey, you look awesome. Your date's tonight isn't it?"
"Thanks, and yeah, it is."
Freddie heard a shout from the depths of the apartment. "CAAAARRRRLYYYYYYY! THE MOVIE'S NOT GONNA WATCH ITSELF."
Carly shouted back, "I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!"
"Sam?"
"Yeah, we're watching all the Saw movies." Carly shuddered. "I don't know how Sam can handle that stuff. It's so ...ugh."
Freddie chuckled and said, "Sam will be Sam", as if it explained everything. Which it did. Sam was a lot of things. A distinct blend of quirks, insults, habits, and peculiarities. The only way she could be described was "Sam".
Footsteps rumbled down the stairs. "Carly, what's taking you so- Oh, it's the dork."
He looked behind Carly to see the petite demon glaring at him. "Nice to see you too, Sam."
"Whatever. C'mon, Carly, the gore's awaitin'."
Carly rolled her eyes. "Okay, Sam. I'm coming." She turned back to Freddie. "Good luck on your date, stud. Give me the deets when you get back."
As the door was closing, Freddie started to waved to Sam, but she wasn't there. She had already gone upstairs.
The night was cool and refreshing. A light breeze rustled the trees. A full moon hung in the sky, casting its light on a suburban Seattle. Freddie was checking his breath outside 517 Tanner Street. He gathered up what little confidence he had left and rang the doorbell. It was answered by what looked like an 8 year old boy.
"Jeeeennnnnyyyy, your boyfriend's here."
Jenny's showed up at the door, breathless and blushing. "Be quiet, Jimmy, we're just going on a date. He's not my boyfriend. Not that I would have a problem with that." She had muttered this last part toward the ground, probably not meaning to be heard. Freddie granted her this wish and ignored the sentence, though inside he felt elated. They had just met and she already said the B-word in his presence.
"So, um, are we going to go?"
Freddie pulled himself away from his thoughts. "Uh, yeah."
He led her to his car. He winced when she caught sight of the black 97' Camry. He waited. She walked over to the passenger door and stood there. He waited some more. Her head tilted questioningly. "What's wrong?"
Freddie was stunned. "I thought you were going to say something about my car."
Jenny looked even more confused. "What about your car?"
"Well, it's a Camry. It's one of the lamest cars known to man. My friend, Sam, calls it the elderly's car. Everyone who sees it laughs because I'm 17 and I drive a car that looks like it belongs to my grandma."
Jenny smiled. "Well, I think it's great that you even have a car. I don't have one."
Freddie was silent.
"Now let's get to this movie, Freddie."
In the car, Freddie was still silent, still blown away at the sheer goodness of Jenny's heart. Even Carly had made fun of his car at one time or another. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and he noticed what she was wearing. Hip hugging jeans, a plain skin-tight black t-shirt, and a simple black jacket. Her choice in clothing was ordinary, and yet somehow, it suited her. It told people that she was straight forward, neat, and logical. It told people that she was perfectly organized, perfectly rational, perfectly mannered, perfectly...perfect.
And somewhere, deep within his feelings, Freddie felt a growing pang. He didn't know what it was. But it was there.
They arrived at the Omniplex. Freddie looked over the selection of movies. Jenny decided on the romantic comedy. She stepped up to the window.
"Two tickets for Love is in the Air please."
The pimply teen manning the booth replied in a bored voice. "That'll be $14.56."
Freddie came forward, taking out his wallet. "I'll get this." He handed the teen fifteen dollars and received change and two tickets.
"You didn't have to pay for me, Freddie."
"Jenny, I asked you out on this date. It is my duty to pay for each and every one of your needs."
Jenny giggled. "That's sweet." She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.
Freddie grinned. "Let's get some food."
The theatre was filled, as their movie was new and all the rage. Between them was a medium-sized bucket of popcorn, a pack of Red Vines, and, surprisingly, one drink with one straw. Because he was paying, Jenny had insisted on sharing everything. Currently, she was engaged in the romance on screen. Freddie was engaged in her hand. He wanted to avoid the cliché "accidentally touching hands in the popcorn" thing. He watched as her small hand reached into the bucket, grabbed one or two kernels, went up to her lips, and delicately popped the corn into her mouth. As soon as he was sure she wasn't getting more, he reached in and began to grab a handful. He felt her arm move and hurriedly removed his hand to avoid the touch. Again, she reached into the bucket, grabbed one or two kernels, and delicately popped the corn into her mouth. He stared as she chewed slowly. He watched as she swallowed. He watched as her lips turned up in a smile. He looked up and found she was smiling at him. Jenny looked down at his hand in his lap. She looked back up. She grabbed his hand in her own and turned back toward the screen.
The night had grown colder. They were standing in front of her door. Freddie was unsure of what to do. He gave a start as Jenny began to speak.
"Listen, Freddie..." She brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "I had a great time tonight and I... I really think you're a nice guy. So I'm just going to go ahead and say it. Will you be my boyfriend?"
What?!? Freddie mouth dropped open. Only the first date and now he had a chance at boyfriend status?
Jenny nervously explained, "Look, tonight I felt like I really connected with you. I know this is kind of moving fast, but I...I've never had a boyfriend before and I want my first one to be perfect. You're perfect, Freddie, someone I've been dreaming of. What do you think?"
Freddie mouth stayed open. I didn't do anything spectacular on this date, yet she thinks I'm perfect? Me?
He stammered. "I-I... I don't...."
Jenny nodded sadly, "Ok, you don't want a serious relationship with someone you just met. I understand. Have a goodnight, Freddie."
She turned the doorknob.
"Wait."
She slowly turned back.
"I-I...yes."
"What?"
"Yes, Jenny. I want to be your boyfriend."
Shehugged him, squeezing him tightly. She stood on her toes and planted a kiss on his lips. Sweet and soft.
Freddie walked down the hallway toward his apartment, still in awe at what had occurred. Still amazed that he, Freddie Benson, had a girlfriend. The ideal girlfriend. Just before he shut his door, Freddie remembered he had promised Carly the deets. He turned around. As he made a move towards the opposite apartment, he heard a girlish scream followed by a familiar raucous laughter. The pang he felt earlier returned. He decided details of his love life could wait until tomorrow. He didn't want to disturb their movie night. Or at least that's what he told himself.
He fell asleep dreaming of Jenny's blonde hair and blue eyes.
This chapter was tough to write as I couldn't handle the amount of 'Jenny'. However, I needed to reinforce her character. Oh, and they sure move fast eh? Freddie might have accepted it, but I still can't believe they're already in a relationship. Some parts may seem random, but, alas, it is all part of my master plan.
I realize this chapter could seem sort of lethargic so I give everyone permission to tell me the worst.
